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They are having dinner like a happy family 🥹
#osmosisjones#ozzy and drix#ozzy#drix#Thrax#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#art#sketch#warner bros#lmaooo#wtf is wrong w me#i say damn!!#what in hell is bad
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as much as i like making these little amv's for catradora, tbh it's getting kinda painful to keep using certain scenes. repeatedly editing moments like this - idk. sometimes it truly fcks me up fr
i mean dude - the way tears streak down both catra's and adora's faces just from saying the word "promise" to each other - how fucking weighted that word still is and always will be for them, how gut-wrenching that moment is - and the way catra holds herself, shaking as adora reaches out her hand, fighting with everything she's got to keep control of her own mind and body - fuck jdhshskf
#spop#she ra#catradora#spop adora#spop catra#save the cat#goddamn dude#wtf is wrong w me#why do i keep choosing to break my own heart over and over fuuu#like no one is making me do this -#yet here i am lmao~#somebody stop me
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ha. ha ha ha. not me thinking about how avatar 3 will start. let’s say it starts with lo’ak getting ready for his iknimaya. but he has to make one stop first. to see his big bro. bc he doesn’t know if he can do this. and we see neteyam reassuring him that he’ll be just fine. so lo’ak leaves, and obviously passes. and the first person he wants to tell? neteyam. so he slips away during the celebration, back to his brother. neteyam is smiling. proudest big bro, saying “i knew you could do it, baby bro.”
#this thought is literally plaguing my brain#wtf is wrong w me#anywho#lo’ak sully angst#neteyam sully angst
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being sadistic and yume is like seeing your fav character crying and think "damn, im horny"
#jirai danshi#jirai onna#jiraikei#jirai#landmine type#ryousangata#landmine kei#jirai kei#wtf is wrong w me#yumeship
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I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY BUNNY BERNARDETTE WIP OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#dawg#I spent the last 30 minutes perfecting the pose#I only needed to give her hair 😭😭#wtf is wrong w me#and it hasn’t saved it at all (which my fault I know) so its js gone now#I’m literally devasted#bullshitting
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Sometimes I like to torture myself and think about what if Illumi's parents just straight up murdered Hisoka to keep Illumi under their thumb....
It happens way too much, I will write something about it👀
#hxh#hunter x hunter#hisoka#hisoka morrow#hunter x hunter thoughts#illumi zoldyck#hisoillu#illumi#angst#hxh thoughts#why do i think like this#wtf is wrong w me#Trauma???
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He’s a rizzwalker
#the owl house#hunter toh#toh spoilers#huntlow#bad but sad boy#willow x hunter#lumity#poetic rizz#wtf is wrong w me#what is that angle?
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/sees new footage of FNAF movie where Michael is beating up someone/
My brain: woah that's cool!
Also my brain: I want him to punch me that way
help
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why am i only now realising all the batshit insane things i did as a kid?
randomly physically hurting other kids? trying to break my own bones so anyone would pay attention to me? being unable to sleep so imagining i was disabled or got in a really bad accident so someone would care? being unable to sleep and wishing i was dead? going into literal rage from anyone doing anything sort of bad to my only friend (who didn't rly like me anyway)? all the traits of a depressive episode and not talking to anyone at school for a year?
i was seven in all of those.
i have always been like this.
there was never any hope.
no one ever noticed.
#my brain is stuck like trying to find some sort of comfort (i've run out of space on my arms and thighs)#and it's saying “i need...” and then stopping because i don't have a name to put there#and then it’s oh I’m lonely that’s sad i guess i need… over and over again#wtf is wrong w me
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Fractal-Chapter 3
SephirothxFem!OC
TW:Angst, light yandere, see tags Disclaimer: teasing, bdsm, budding dom/sub dynamic, childhood friends, yandere!Sephiroth (Light), Mirror Play, Edging (Sorry babes), Exhibitionism...sort of? [Quick links to previous and future chapters can be found at the bottom.]
[*Side Note* I would like to apologize for using the wrong name, as my foolish ass forgot to do my due diligence with properly bringing up the Wu Tai. I will do my best to ensure that I don't repeat my mistakes moving forward.]
So, Who’s the lucky girl? She couldn’t be that stupid. He knew when she was playing the fool and that was the most obvious act she could have ever displayed. And she'd displayed many in the time he knew her. Frustration built as he stood beneath the heavy droplets, and he couldn’t help but stare at the water as it circled down the drain. His long silver hair clung to his back and legs as he slid it away from his face. Long fingers embraced his shoulders and he jumped, circling and reaching for the owners throat. A threatening look flashed for a brief moment as a low and menacing growl escaped him. A gust of cool air blew past him as his feet brushed into an empty stall. Before he knew it, the other parties back was slammed against the wall. A loud and manic laugh echoed throughout the shower room and Sephiroth’s eyes widened. A shorter man with shoulder length spiky brown hair gazed up at him with ease as his chest rose and fell with every breath. He licked his lips and his eyes fluttered. Sephiroth could only sneer in annoyance towards his friend for nearly risking his life just now. But judging by the wanting look in the other man's eyes, his actions were not simply proceeded on the whims of a prank.
“That was dangerous, you know.” Sephiroth chided. His grip loosened on his subordinates throat as he moved back and heaved a sigh. “What the hell were you thinking? We’re supposed to be fighting the Wu Tai, not eachother.” The commander rolled his eyes, jutting his hip to the side before turning the nozzle to the spout beside his compatriot on blast. The cold splash was enough to cause Sephiroth to jump back with a glare. “Sorry to disappoint you, sourpuss.” Genesis tsked. “Unfortunately I know how to have fun.” Fun, was it? Sephiroth furrowed his brow. He clicked his tongue at Genesis's idea of fun. Fun was when Mia took paints to her mirror to draw silly little faces or play tic tac toe as children, or just sitting down and invited him to watch a movie on a tiny little box television that he could barely see in her bedroom lest all of her lights were turned off. He would have given anything to go trick or treating with her in little costumes, or have little make believe moments where they fought with her styrofoam swords. He would have loved to have a normal childhood with her in the pursuit of fun without the denial of innocence and to atleast have the opportunity grow apart and back together over and over until they matured as normal children would. Sephiroths fists slowly curled and tightened at the smaller man. He envied the privileges that Genesis afforded. For any hint of mischief, any toe out of line for Sephiroth would be met with severe punishment. His eyes drifted down as the memory of Mia in her prom dress. The way she'd altered it to compliment her features and dance with the light as she moved made him move away from the other man as quickly as possible, turning his water to a freezing temperature so things would go unnoticed. A mournful sigh escaped him as he looked at Genesis and studied his hair. It was similar to her hair color.
“Damn it…” He mumbled to himself, sighing and dipping his head further into the water. Genesis watched him with intrigue and a mercurial laugh echoed throughout the locker room. Sephiroth winced, frowning at him. “You're thinking about her, aren't you?" He mocked. " The little thing you’ve been jacking off to in our tent?” Sephiroth could hear the ire beneath Genesis’ words. The corner of his mouth twitched in agitation and his shoulders squared.
“I assume you have a point, Genesis?” Genesis grinned up at him, his eyes gleamed with malice as Sephiroth watched in scrutiny.
“Isn’t it obvious?” the shorter man sang. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky.”
On the surface, one could see that the waters of Sephiroth's ocean were calm, yet beneath the surface an undercurrent rushed as monsters thrashed through its tempest. The General's rage boiled as he did his best to quell the dark thoughts spurring toward his friend in that moment. And a lump formed in Sephiroth’s throat while he did his best to remain still. His breathing was steady as he stared at the wall and continued to wash himself. Genesis watched him patiently.
“It seems I've stricken a nerve .” The smaller of the two teased, growing more and more amused by the passing second.
“No, my friend.” The general laughed, “Unfortunately, I’ve grown too familiar with your little theatrics.”
Theatrics. Such a funny word to describe a funny man. Sephiroth smiled and ebbed towards the last of his shower routine. He'd begun to allow his friend too much freedom with his emotions. He breathed and slowly rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relax. Were he to act on his rage, Genesis would be granted the satisfaction he'd been so eagerly waiting for.
“Are you sure you can trust her?” Genesis warned. His face was placid. "She might betray you like Glenn did.”
Sephiroth’s eyes snapped open and his jaw set. He slowly turned his attention back to Genesis with a cold and calculated expression as steely eyes fixed on the smaller man, stopping him cold in his tracks. Saying nothing, he moved to rinse himself off, struggling to remain calm. Adrenaline rushed through him. He couldn't even think. And to bring up someone who just disappeared in and out of his...his thoughts trailed off. He didn't even realize he'd gripped onto the corner so hard that he'd broken the tiles. Blood smeared onto the locker room wall and the smell of copper permeated through the air. A hand fell on his shoulder and his voice called out to him before he spun around and the sound of shattering broke him out of his trance. Soon the smell of copper and iron was overwhelming as Genesis slid to the floor, groaning as he cradled the back of his head. Sephiroths eyes widened and his breath hitched.
He realized that he'd made a terrible mistake.
Mia curled against the mirror and waited for him. She’d been locked in her room most of the day and did not like the idea of going outside. She’d applied some makeup and wore a red mini dress so as to apologize for playing the fool. She wanted to talk about that once they spoke again. However, given that she waited as the minutes ticked by, she found herself…waiting.
And waiting…
And waiting some more….
“What’s taking him so long?!” She shrieked, finally tossing a pillow from the bed. She’d gone through the process of setting the ambience, the music, everything just to apologize and the window hadn’t opened as of yet. She couldn’t just say open sesame like in Aladdin and the Forty Thieves.
“Quite the ensemble, Starling.”
There was the voice again. She remembered hearing that very same voice when Leah came to her. A black fog consumed the room. A ghostly presence surrounded her, capturing her as though it’d found it’s lost bride.There was a certain mixture of joy and sadness as flames of blue and vibrant green floated in tiny balls.Yet the presence remained a shadow as it approached. As if She was not permitted to look upon their face. Soon, the flames faded one by one, and the candles soon faded and the room shrouded in darkness. A sudden weightlessness took hold, and a shiver ran down Mia’s spine as leather clad fingers brushed the small of her back.Cool flesh and trimmed leather brushed along her exposed flesh. Hot breath tickled her ear, while warm lips left a trail of butterfly kisses up her shoulder and down her neck. An involuntary moan escaped her, drawing a deep rumble from her captor and the tickle of long hair brushed along her shoulder.
“I have waited for so long to do this…” Her eyes widened. Alarm bells went off in her head as she struggled to break free. It was almost as though her body were being carried through a vast ocean and there was little control as to where it took her. Cool air brushed along her skin as the presence held her steady, patiently soothing her until it was time to let go. She closed her eyes, unsure if she had fallen asleep at some point. That is, until she heard her name Being called. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a barack, standing in a puddle full of water and looking up at a tall silver haired man wrapped in a towel. His eyes were wide as he was tense. Her body wasn’t sure how to react to him beyond moving to leap and press her lips to his. He reacted in kind, swinging her onto his cot. His fingers traced along her thigh, hooking beneath the lace band of her panties as she held him close, unwilling to let him go. He pulled away, looking into her eyes for a few moments, a thousand questions mirrored her own. Yet he didn't know how else to address them as he felt his body press closer.
"So much for asking who the lucky girl was." Sephiroth growled, brushing his lips past hers and moving to bite into her shoulder. His tongue laved along the mark, clearing the blood from his claim. "Do you know now?" Mia whimpered in delight as a soft shudder erupted through her body.
“Let me stay.” She begged between breaths.
His eyes darkened as he pressed himself between her thighs and curled his body so as to move himself along the middle of her chest, slowly beginning his journey as he lowered himself between Mia's thighs. He wasted no time tearing away the thin barrier that separated him from his prize and Sephiroth’s eyes gleamed a bright chartreuse as a malicious smile played on his lips at the surprised yelp that escaped from Mia in that instant. Excitement brewed beneath the surface as a silent vow to take his time ticked away at his brain. He wanted to savor her. His tongue swiped along her folds,breath hot against her flesh as his fingers curled around her hips. Her red dress curled up to her belly and her ragged breaths bounced off of all four corners of the room. He’d needed this. They both did. His eyes flashed up at Mia who'dbeen gasping and twisting beneath his torment, jerking as he gently grazed his teeth along that little nerve that swelled to attention. The tast of her drove him mad, and he found himself diving deeper, wanting to hear more of her. He was completely unaware that she had other plans, unfortunately. Mia pressed her lover away, pulling him up so that he was hovering above her and moving to close the distance between the two. Their breaths intermingled and his arms wrapped around her waist as she tasted herself. Her body pressed against his while she held on to him for support. The fact that they dove into this scenario was unexpected. She more or less thought that there would be talking. Not vicious necking like a pair of horny late bloomers at a rave. She didnt even know how she got here in the first place and...her thoughts trailed off. She pulled back and quivered, drawing a breath. She did her best to gather herself before coughing and looked up, only for his lips to crash against hers once more. She felt like she was losing herself to the moment as they melded back onto the cot. His teeth grazed her neck and shoulders and his fingers caressed every part of her body.
"Seph..." Mia gasped. She was trying to compose herself. "Sephiroth wait we..." She was cut off again. This time not from him, but from the entire world fading into the abyss as the thick black fog from before consumed her once again before his very eyes. She reached for him and he tried to catch her in a panic. Her heart beat in her chest and a pleading look mirrored his. She didn't want to go.
His lips were still covered in her violet lip gloss. Her perfume still lingered where she’d lain. She was real….She was real…right? A sharp pang went through his chest. He could remember her warmth. Mia’s taste still lingered on his tongue. He looked at his cot and saw remnants of her undergarments. So no. He couldn’t have been going mad. He pleaded to himself, begging some part of his brain for it not to have been a dream.
Mia’s loud blood curdling shriek broke through the entire house as she banged at the glass of the mirror. She clawed at the flat surface begging pleading to be sent back. Her eyes were wide with rage and she recalled the feeling of his damp hair creating a curtain around them. Sephiroth’s weight against her body and her begging to let her stay. She could feel another set of eyes watching her as she banged against the mirror. Not in malice, but in sorrow this time as she sobbed against the mirror. As though this was not something he’d planned. She looked down at her wrinkled dress and clutched the edges. The window had long since closed and she could hear Leah calling her name as her sobs slowly reduced to soft and mournful cries. She had no energy to clean herself up. Though to some, it would make her look like some kind of drama queen, she would resign to falling asleep in her smeared makeup and red dress, just to prove to herself that what she experienced was real. That he was never fiction. Then maybe…just maybe, she could put the delusion to rest.
Mia wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep. All she’d really known was that the sun had burnt her eyes when she heard the soft hum coming from her closet. Sephiroth was looking over a briefing with a cup of coffee in hand.His eyes were focused and his brows were knit together while he pressed the rim of the mug to his lips. His trenchcoat flowed with his movements as he slowly paced back and forth.An untouched bagel rested at the side of his desk and she tilted her head.Does he ever take the time to eat? Mia thought to herself. She pondered how long the window’d been open but never bothered to ask.Her eyes followed him for a long while before toddling over to the mirror and slid against the glass. Her head was still pounding and her stomach twisted for reasons unknown. Her eyes slowly blinked as she continued to watch him. He glanced in her direction for a brief moment as if to say good morning before going back to studying the file in hand. .
“It feels like I had a party with a bunch of squirrels last night.” She groaned.Seph gave her a small laugh.
“You’re telling me.” He began.. “When I woke up this morning, there was this lingering scent of perfume. I think my troops are trying to pull a pra-” There was a brief pause as though he wanted to say something lewd, yet firmly held his tongue. “So it was real…” he breathed. Mia slowly turned her gaze up as several papers fell to the floor. She wondered what he was looking at and then looked down at the ensemble she’d fallen asleep in. Her eyes traveled over to the vanity and took notice of the smeared makeup. Hickeys peppered her from her neck and down to her breast and crinkled dress. The bottoms of her breasts were slightly exposed. Her stockings were riddled with holes. Memories of him softly grinding between her legs caused her belly to clench. She remembered that he was only wearing a towel around his waist and that his hair was damp. Her voice was rough and the memories of her screaming and wailing as she banged her fist against her mirror echoed in her brain. “Y-yeah.” she croaked.
Let me stay. Mia remembered herself pleading. She felt her entire body flush as her mind raked through all of the possible questions that needed to be answered. How did she end up on the other side of the mirror? If it were possible in the first place, why couldn’t he be there with her? She rose to retrieve a makeup removal wipe from her cosmetics drawer. It would only take a few moments before the smudges of the night before were gone. She could feel Sephiroth’s eyes watching her every move as she made her way back to the mirror, sitting before him as she sat cross legged before him. His brow rose and his arms folded. The corner of his mouth quirked. He crouched low, tilting his head. A predatory expression loomed on his face as though he were some kind of leopard, eager to pounce. His bright green eyes seemed almost calm had it not been for what he’d been seeing in that moment.
“Are you sure you want to sit like that?” Sephiroth purred, licking the back of his teeth. Mia couldn’t fathom what he could’ve possibly been talking about until he nodded to the large gap in what used to be her lacey black panties. It took her a moment to process until she slowly closed her legs and wrapped her arm over her belly. She could see the good officer press his fingers against the glass with ease. His knees now rested on the ground as if to move as close as he possibly could to her.
“And you called me the pervert.” Mia mumbled beneath her breath, averting her eyes as if to hide a dirty secret that only her expressions could reveal.
“Look at me when speaking, Starling.” Sephiroth commanded. His voice was low this time. “Repeat to me what you said, just now.” Her voice quivered and her body quaked, visible enough for him to see as an overwhelming sense of vulnerability claimed her. Mia rubbed her legs together as tension began to build and her eyes met his. For a moment, it nearly felt as though he were reaching forward and taking her by the chin. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them as the tickle of hair fell over her shoulders. There he was, leaning over her on his hands and knees. His eyes were no longer predatory but widened as she breathed in his scent. She reached up to touch his chest, sliding along the leather straps and beneath his trench coat with intrigue. His hand reached for her wrist and firmly squeezed as if to warn her what would happen if she continued. It wasn’t painful, not in the least. Rather, she laid beneath him, pulling Sephiroth toward her in invitation as her fingers curled around the back of his neck. And soon the predatory smile he had with her earlier came back in full force. He dipped down, claiming her lips, releasing her wrist and pulling her by the waist so as not to free her of him. She spread herself out more and made quick work of unfastening his belts and bracers, grinding against him to coax him further.
“Sephiroth?” Called a voice. The two immediately stopped in their passions as heavy footfalls echoed through the chamber. Sephiroth and Mia sat upright and straightened themselves to see who’d entered the General’s barack. A man with a red trench coat and black pauldrons strode in with heavy lidded eyes. His lips were pursed into a thin line and he seemed to be looking around as he sat down on the rolling chair of his Generals desk. As Mia watched, Sephiroth’s fingers tickled along her lower back and his hair fell over her like a curtain. His trench coat was completely unfastened and his voice sunk into a low groan as he spoke softly into her ear.
“We were busy, Mia.” Mia yelped in surprise when a single digit prodded at her entrance. His other hand held her fast by the belly as tender kisses were peppered along her shoulder. She spread her thighs further for him as he stroked along her passage, adding a second finger as she squirmed and bucked beneath him. Her voice echoed throughout the room in sheer and utter bliss. The man above her couldn’t help but laugh as he gazed down at her with playful reprisal. He slowed his strokes, tormenting and teasing her as he slowly added a third finger to his ministrations, licking his lips as she pleaded for him to continue. It was adorable how she thought he was going to stop. His fun was only getting started. He slowly pressed further into her passage and repeated his strokes a few more times before bringing his attention to the small bud just before the passage. A cruel smile appeared right then and there. He could continue to torment her…or….
He recalled all of the times when she was playing with herself and she thought she was alone. The times where he would watch her and cry out his name in their year apart. As though he wouldn’t know about her secret hide away places. He knew everything. Oftentimes, when he was waiting in a transport vehicle he would need to cross his legs next to Genesis or Angeal just to hide his frustrations from seeing her with a vibrator and some artificial cock between her thighs. And she would be crying out for him while doing it. During those days he would feel his throat go dry and the heat rush to his cheeks. All because he couldn’t do anything. But now he could. And as he rose to his feet he went to her drawer and pulled out the toy that would grab her attention the most. He studied it’s contents closely, raising his brow as he drew his thumb over the smooth surface of the piece. It’s base reminded him of one of those tentacles on the creatures he’d often encountered in the mountains, and yet he found himself enamored with the numerous functions presented to him each time he clicked the button. He’d never really considered the concept of toys in the past. In truth the idea never particularly caught his attention. However, in this moment, as he struck a particular pulse setting, he couldn’t help but raise a brow. From what he could feel when his fingers were inside of her, she’d been well lubricated and he knew that if he proceeded the way he was planning there would be no going back for either of them.
He watched as she moved to a sitting position and immediately strode behind her and fell to his knees. Mia took notice that one of his gloves had been on the floor, only to have her face cupped by his free hand so she could look at the mirror. The window, it seemed, had closed for a brief moment. She could see everything as he nudged both of her legs to open further. Mia’s eyes met his as he studied her closely, apprehension continued to build as his fingers brushed along her body. As though he were silently worshiping her for a brief moment. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back for him, gasping the moment the vibrators sensations met her folds. She wanted so terribly to close her legs, yet his free hand only held them open, sliding over her belly and her breasts. He guided both of her arms to reach back and hold onto him so not to fall forward. The feeling of teeth sinking into her shoulder sent her into cries of pain and ecstasy.
“Look at the mirror, starling.” He growled. “Look at the mirror, or I stop and our fun is over.” The way his voice rumbled in his chest made the hair rise on the back of her neck. His orders were clear and she bit her lower lip as she slowly opened her eyes. The vibrator was firmly pressed against her. His length had just barely penetrated her and the heat had only begun to rise between the two. His breaches had just barely sunken below his knees, while the leather trench he wore acted as a protective blanket around her. She studied every part of him as she did as she was told, not realizing the building frustration that she was inducing. She leaned further against his body and looked up at him, drawing her tongue along his neck in affection before nipping at his jaw. His pleased smile was short-lived. As the moment it faded he proceeded to thrust himself as deep and hard as he possibly could. Continuing the cycle as she cried for him. Praising her, stroking every part of her body as she begged for more of him. Unaware that the window had opened once more. All he could hear were voices. People who were possibly looking for him as Mia fell forward and he lost himself to her, flipping her over so he could see the adoration and pleasure on her face. He wanted this. He stayed alive for this. He pulled her legs up and folded her into a mating press, thrusting harder and faster. Stimulating her deeper as she whimpered beneath him and pulled him closer to her, claiming his lips in earnest. He took her in with each thrust as their tongues intertwined, battling for dominance as he braced himself over her.
“JUST WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SON OF A BITCH?!” Someone shrieked. The scream made the two of them jump and Sephiroth shuddered in recognition. His body tensed as he looked up, and immediately stopped Mia from glancing up. He quickly moved away and fastened himself, fixing his hair, reaching for anything that would keep him inconspicuous. When Mia moved with him and began to turn he stopped her once more.
“You don't have to.”
Another cry of displeasure resounded from the mirror.
“I must.” He choked.
“You can stay.” Her hand moved to tighten around his and he couldn't help but take her in. Not because of the fact that they’d practically had sex and were in a pre-euphoric state, but simply because she wanted him as he was. A loud crash echoed from the halls beyond his barrack.
Panic set in. The man who shrieked was not one he wanted to go anywhere near her. And he knew that if Mia asked if she could come, he would figure out a way to bring her with him.
“You know I can't.”
There was a pained expression that reflected his own. He knew what was going to come next. His silly, stupid and crazy girl would open her mouth and beg to go with him to a man who would pluck her apart in an instant and subject her to unethical experimentations. If she survived, her mind would never recover. If she didn't, he would have to go into a ditch to search for her body. Neither possibilities were things he wanted to see come to fruition.
The further Hojo stayed away from her, the better.
However, he was a weak man. If she begged him to take her now, he would never be able to leave her. Therefore, before she could utter another word-he pressed his lips to hers. His hand kept a firm hold of her waist as he soon lifted himself from her, saddened eyes whispered silent pleas and apologies as Sephiroth faded into the abyss.
He crashed into several cleaning utensils and well sealed chemicals. It seemed that for some reason this newfound ability of his was heavily tied to emotion and desire. Yet he pondered whether or not he could return on a whim. He sighed and touched his temple, checking for bruises and feeling several strands of his hair. Several seconds passed before he realized that something on him was missing. A vital part of his uniform that one would deem as important, and yet…he chuckled. And yet…his imagination did not stray from the possibilities of what she would do with that tiny bit of leather he’d left behind. Good god he hoped she would make proper use of the thing. If not, he would be sorely disappointed.
It took a moment before he properly adjusted himself and slowly walked out of the utility closet, making his way down the corridor to find a decrepit old man with dark hair waiting for him. The old man's beady eyes were severe as they peered up at him through circular lenses. The rest of the old man's uniform was mostly unkempt as his mouth remained upturned, dissatisfied at his test subjects' lack of punctuality. Sephiroth’s face remained placid as his hands remained firmly at his side, counting the seconds as this little man still seemed ten feet tall to him. Doctor Hojo could potentially drag him back to the lab if he so desired. Or worse, pick a man from his platoon to test on, since Sephiroth had been so bold as to be away for so long. A young man stood in the corner, fidgeting in place as he jostled from one side to the other.
“Is this a new recruit?” Sephiroth asked. His voice was cool and collected, completely void of any intrigue or emotion. The perfect product of Shinra as Hojo would want. That was all Hojo wanted.
Sephiroth tucked his arms behind his back and squared his shoulders. He was obviously putting on an air of authority as his eyes trailed around the room and landed on Genesis, who’d been sitting at his desk. His eyes were trained on his mirror for a brief moment as they then moved over to him. They looked to his ungloved hand and squinted as he clenched it for a moment and pointed at him. As if to say, Not a fucking word. Genesis curled the corner of his mouth and rolled the corner of his shoulder in a subtle shrug. His eyes were trained on the situation despite the knowing glance he kept in the corner of his eye. Sephiroth knew that once the two were alone, there would be an eager conversation. He prayed that Angeal, another first class, would intercept at some point.
“Yes,” Hojo said lowly. “And I would like very much for Lazard to arrive as soon as possible, so that I may return to my work post haste. Either him or that Heidegger head of security bastard…” Seph did his best to maintain the eyeroll that threatened to come to the surface. Fearing that it may just cause him issues in the long term as-his thoughts were interrupted as a gruff voice called from around the corner.
“Apologies for the late arrival.” A man with blue eyes and stubble on his skin in the standard Shinra first class uniform entered the fray. His muscular frame resembled that of someone of a more spartan like stature with a more sun kissed appearance. His dark hair was split down the middle. Another man, much smaller in stature with a well fitted suit followed closely behind him. His gloved hands held a file tightly to his chest. Hojo sneered as he bore his teeth to the two for their lack of punctuality. And a sense of sick satisfaction washed over his test subject at the scientists displeasure. The much younger individual in the room seemed to know him. No doubt a student of his. Sephiroth straightened and the other man gave him a look, noting the missing glove. Seph subtly shrugged and continued to stand at attention until the briefing was over.
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#ffvii au#final fantasy vii rebirth#sephiroth#sephiroth x oc#one winged angel#final fantasy vii fanfiction#final fantasy vii#wtf is wrong w me#the answer is yes#hahahahhaha#you thought they were going to finish but it was me DIO BRANDO#ORAORAORA#18+ fanfic#Jojo reference#Jojo reference in tags#genesis rhapsodos#angeal hewley#zack fair#lazard deusericus#shinra company
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I'm near the end of the new episode and apparently Gojo is the last name ...
.... three years ....
And I've been wrong all along!?
So that means Suguru is a first name too!?
No wonder they keep saying Satoru and Suguru all the time!
Is any of this true?!
Please let me know down below!
Whose else's first and last names have I been switching places for!?
I AM SO CONFUSED AND LOST AND UPSET I MADE THESE ERRORS ALL THIS TIME!
Anyway, that fic piece is coming, sorry for the delay.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#satoru gojo#gojo is his last name#wtf#wtf is this#wtf is wrong with me#wtf is wrong w me#wtf is going on#wtf is happening#i am so sorry#satoru is his first name#geto suguru#suguru geto#jjk geto#jjk geto suguru#jjk suguru#jjk satoru#geto is his last name#suguru is his first name
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“Did you think defeating me was worth it?! Think Rodney, think!”
#robots 2005#robots movie#invincible#bluesky#blue sky studios#disneyplus#ratchet#rodney#phineas t ratchet#rodney copperbottom#screenshot edit#fanart#digital doodle#myartstyle#meme#my edit#wtf is wrong w me#stupid reference
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If you want to be my friend you have to understand i can communicate just in bullying or flirting or some weird combination of those two. I have no idea how jormlaa friends communicate.
#Prbbly bc my only friends were my siblings and that one guy who had a crush on me#I mean in past#Not today#Lmao#Friendless#Almost#Friends#flirting#bullying#Wtf is wrong w me
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Ok I have to tell what I thought about last night at 3am
So basically it was late and I couldn't sleep because my medications were finished, so I tried everything to fall asleep faster but nothing. So I tried to lay down and think about comfort shows - that's when I thought, "Wait, when Crowley (in Good Omens) becomes a nanny, does he do magic to grow boobs, or are they fake boobs?" And I spent like ten minutes wondering about it. "He's a snake. Snake don't have boobs" - "but technically he's not fully a snake, he uses a humanoid body" - "so he uses his magic to grow them?" - "no, maybe they can grow it from the body itself, like a shapeshifter" and so on. I didn't sleep that much in the end.
Yesterday I seriously wondered if Crowley can grow boobs and got into some serious thinking
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